Not My Senpai
I've lived in blank, dull world all of my life. Every day is the same thing. Every person is an emotionless white canvas that'll never be painted on. I, myself, am an emotionless white canvas.
This was all until I met Taro Yamada, the most cowardly, uninteresting man I've ever seen. Not that I can't say the same for myself, of course. But when I met him, it opened up some sort of gate in my mind. I could finally, at last feel something.
All the time before this, I could never express emotions, just how like I saw the people around me. The only thing that was even close to an emotion was longing, longing for at least a sliver of a chance to feel. I could express so many things once I met Taro: happiness, excitement, and everything I've ever dreamed.
But, instead of love or compassion, things that I was supposed to feel the second I saw him, I felt an anger that burned as hot as the brightest star in our universe. I saw him, and I knew that he would forever trap me. Instead of going out in the world and using these emotions, I would want to stay with him. Always with him, and no one else.
Taro Yamada is a good example of what we call a "senpai." This creature, this vile being is what the demons inside of us choose for our mates to make their perfect children. Then those children would be yanderes as well, which seems more like a blessing than a curse. My mother, my father's yandere, always told me that my longing feeling would disappear once I saw my senpai. "A chance to find your true love without having to search," as she called it. I believed her, for a while.
I don't want to be trapped forever in a cage like my mother is, or how her mother was, or how even my mother's mother was. I want to be the one yandere, the first one in history, to escape my senpai and live a perfectly normal life afterwards. I'll complete this task, one way or another.
Cover by: @KayTheFangirlQueen
The rest by: @WinterBeth (Me)